What Is The Recipe It wasn’t that my parents loved me any less. It wasn’t that they didn’t do their best. I believe if there…
Kevin AlterDecember 14, 2018
Fed up, frustrated and tired of dealing with ignorance I sat down and wrote this poem in about 45 seconds. It was just my version…
Kevin AlterMarch 10, 2018
You remember when we used to share a needle that was so dull It felt like a screwdriver going into a vein? You remember when…
Kevin AlterMarch 10, 2018
When addicts run out of veins to hit in their arms, hands, legs, and feet the only thing left is usually the neck. I remember…
Kevin AlterMarch 7, 2018
This week we will be starting with my buddy Dave. Dave is a 35-year-old recovering addict, originally from New Jersey. David grew up in what…
Kevin AlterMarch 7, 2018
When The Doctor Held Me In The Air, My Mom Named Me “Kevin.” When my veins thirsted for the next bag of heroin, my mom…
Kevin AlterMarch 5, 2018